I read your eyes, your mind was made up.
You took me for
A fool.
You used complexion of my skin for a counter
Rascist tool.
You can’t burn me, I’ve spilled my guts out
In the past.
Taken advantage of because you know where

I’ve come (from) my past.
You’ve waged a war of nerves
But you can’t crush the kingdom

Can’t be what your idols are.
Can’t leave the scar.
You cry for compensation.
I ask you please just give us

5 minutes alone

Pantera (5 Minutes Alone)